“It happened so quickly I never got to take it in.”
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Mace's voice came over the comm, cracking in the background. "Two meters north, three east. He has a rifle, doesn't seem to be registered. I think they know we're here."

Virgil Colman cursed. The plan to infiltrate the traffickers' base, an old rundown warehouse in the middle of the woods, had begun going south already.

He'd made it inside and was squatting behind an enormous perforated wooden box which he could only assume didn't have a human inside it. So far things weren't going too great and that really pissed him off. What was more. . .

He glanced to his side where that stubborn mutt lay on his belly, the K-9 unit vest hugging his fur. The dog's being there made...